High One, hale and hearty
May this day be one unsullied
I’ll suffer no touch unpermissed
Nor my consent to be dismissed

Disguise me wise old One Eye
May I be missed by those who pry
I’ll evade each one entitled
That think me theirs to be handled

No stroke, nor bump, nor grasp
No emotionally laboured task
I exist for me alone
And owe myself to no one.

Like my work? Maybe “buy me a mead”


This prayer was requested by @sovereignoblivious